I wanted to write this post since a long ago.But I wanted to write it without rush.I wanted to write the right words.Because Camerino is one of the (too) many hystorical towns destroyed by the earthquakes of the last months.I wanted to find the right and respectful way to express my sorrow.I wont write about the sad part of the recent happenings in Camerino.I want to write about the vitality and the beauty of this town.I want to write how much I miss it, althoug I have never lived there.

I went to Camerino at the end of January 2016.

I was expecting to find a beautiful and empy old town, as many others in Italy. Many of the Italian villages ad towns have preserved their beauty and they are.... empty. This is another story I cannot tell now.

Anyways, I was expecting the sad loneliness of a few men sitting in the Coffee Bar.

What I found: young people walking in the streets.

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